I've been bedfast for the last two days. This chemotherapy is the closest to hell I ever want to get.
I hurt all over, and my mouth and throat is so sore that I can't eat. I think all this sleepiness is some sort of migraine, but I'm not sure.
My chemo doctor is worried about my counts. My cholesterol is over 600, my triglycerides are 2000, my blood sugar is over 300, and I feel like it.
Steve said he can't figure how these counts are so high by my diet, and I told him it's probably my major organs failing.
I smell and taste chemo all the time, and it's the most nauseating taste, like burning plastic.
On the good side of things, Joy Cox came last week and played for me. It was pure heaven. She's really accomplished, and she knows all the older hymns that I love so much. I pulled a 'fast one' on her by giving her the hymnal used by the '2X2's', but she played them like they were familiar to her. She commented that they probably sang them slower than she was playing them, and I told her she was correct. She sure livened them up a bit.
I want her to come again and tape her music on my recording devices. I have a recorder that tapes 18 tracks, so we can blend her verses together for quite a nice sound. She's a cheerful person, with a LOT of spiritual nature to her. I've known her sinse childhood, and I regret that we have not always been closer friends. She's quite close to Judy, my favorite niece, and has helped her along in life a lot.
Cecil and Mary, my sisters, came today for a visit, but I had to lay on the sofa so that I wouldn't throw up. If I remain upright, I'll throw up whatever is on my stomach.
I was glad they came, though. Cecil gave me a tiny Murano glass angel that she had bought at a yard sale on the way here. She told me it could be another angel looking after me.
I gave Cecil one of my newspaper articles about me being the Hat Lady. I framed one to put over my desk.
They are down to just three of my hats left at the chemo clinic, so I need to make up some more to take them. I've taken the rear seat of my Cadillas full to each clinic already, but they are popular, and go fast.
I bought a huge box of silk flowers from the Goodwill, and I've been sorting them out and making a terrible mess with them on the dining room floor. I told my sisters that they'd just have to look at them. They said they didn't mind a bit, knowing what I did with them.
I haven't got much done this week. Steve suggested that we not even try to work on the chemo weeks, because things sometimes get going in the wrong direction if I'm not there all the time.
I was hoping that Lynn and I could put the finish on the floors this week, but she didn't come, so I rested and tried to get over being so sick. I'm getting tired of the bed, but it feels good to get back in it after being up for a short while.
My feet got cold earlier today, and they hurt terribly now. My legs hurt, too, but, then, I hurt all over.
Cancer and chemo is no fun.
I'm so thirsty, but water hurts the inside of my mouth and all the way down my throat.
I'm also tiring again, so I'm going to lay back down.
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